Corrección Letra Skeet N Leave par T-Shyne

Featuring(s) : Dougie F

Regreso

Letra

[Chorus]
Fuck on a bitch, she fan, hit from the back, do damage (Woah, woah)
The head from out of this world, the pussy on another planet (Woah, woah)
Yeah, I skeet and leave
Fuck up her makeup and pull on her weave
Face down, ass up, she couldn't breath
My dick in her mouth, now she can't speak

[Verse 1]
I don't get attached, facts
She getting sick, yeah, bitch need a vax
I'm landin' in Cabo, I'm back on the map
I tap in, she pull up whenever I'm back
My brodie stay strapped
He play the block, dominating like Shaq
I say the word, I think he might attack
He done caught a few bodiеs, could tell by the tats
Her timе on demon, look in her eyes
She tryna fuck on whoever supplying
You ain't 'bout to run it up, bitch, stop trying
You ain't got a hundred in the bank, stop lying

[Verse 2]
Fuck on that bitch from the back
Shoot up the block, now that nigga get splat
I rep the slatt
I'm in the back with a motherfuckin' strap
I put my town on the map
I know he pussy, he turn to a cat (Bitch)
Uh, return of the mack
I got your bitch on my app
Took this shit to the moon
Bad bitch tryna get loose
Tell my opp I ain't calling no truce
I'm in LA and I'm ridin' in the coupe

[Interlude]
Boy, you nasty, you—
What the fuck type of nigga is you?
Nigga, what the fuck?

[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah
Let's have sex
Let's have sex, uh
Let's have sex, yeah
Let's have sex, yeah

[Verse 3]
Let's have sex
Shorty like, "Let's have sex"
Fuck her, then I fuck her friend next
I been ballin' like I'm cuttin' up the net
Got an actress, fuck her on set
She the best secret ever kept
Yeah, all my opps done vanished
Got a bad bitch speak Spanish
I'm high, I don't care about landing
Fuck her from the back, she damaged
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 4]
Turn up your block for my dogs
If it's beef, then we all get involved
I rep YSL, yeah, that's the squad
Shorty treat me like my name was God

[Verse 5]
She tryna keep up like I'm a Kardashian
She wanna geek up, pop one, then I'm mashin' it
If I fuck on your bitch, then it wasn't on accident
She give me head in the sky when I'm travelling
Mile high club
Fuck one time, ho, don't fall in love
Beat on her box and I put on the gloves
Catch me with 12, I'm right out the club
Got primetime real estate
Yeah, rose gold Cartier
She off Percocets and Chardonnay
And her ass get to movin' like pardon me
I was just hungry, bitch, this is not a date
And my brother push pounds like he lifting weights
And I came a long way up from Section 8
I mean, look at the chain, they gotta hate

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